I push your hair away from your face the way the wind blows the clouds away from the face of dusk; both actions exposing the creative glories of God's artistic hands. You are already the moon, yet little did I know you are more than what I think: you are all of the night sky. You hold the moon in your eyes, moonbeams in your smile, and constellations which dot your face in the form of moles.

And it's only now that I understand why they're called the beauty marks of a person.

And it's only now that I realize I can embrace the eventide and continue floating in a dream into the dawn.

And it's only now that I'm able to see nightfall as the last thing I see before I close my eyes.

And it's only now that I know I can literally kiss the stars and the rest of the night sky good night.

It's far into night
I tried hard to sleep.
Thoughts sting me
That were buried deep.

I tried to turn over
Perhaps the other side is better
Panic sets in
Panic that I am panicking

I looked from my Window
Sky appears clear
Boundless as usual.
Irritated by my sleep's refusal

I looked at the mirror
Perceived how I looked alone.
Possibility of my sleep is gone
As clocks leads to dawn

It's far into night
I had tried hard to sleep.